She kicked him under the table. “That’s not an answer.”
“Yeah, it is. I don’t think of you as skinny. You’re my Flygirl. You’d be my Flygirl if you had one leg, a patch over your eye and scissors for hands.”
“How come you can imagine me with a peg leg but not fat?”
“Give me a minute.” He rocked back in his chair and closed his eyes.
A grin tickled the corners of his mouth until it was all teeth. “Yeah, I got it. Soft round belly on you.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Tits heavy in my hands, ass I can pump, hips and thighs I can get a good hold on.” It was dimly lit in here but he still saw her blush. His grin got bigger. “Yeah, Flygirl, I’d still love you if you were fat.”
She stared at him, as he signaled the waiter for their check, as he stood and reached for her hand. “But try not to go bald before I do.”
She laughed, he had such thick hair it was hard to imagine him bald. She ignored his waiting hand, but felt it tap her ass as she skipped past him. “And no destroying any more of my favorite clothes.” On the pavement outside the bistro, he caught her around the waist and growled in her ear, “Unless you want to.”
They strolled back to the apartment, stopping frequently so she could make herself fat on Reid’s kisses, tug on his hair and imagine him bald. Halfway home he pulled her into one of those gated parks and down on a shadowy bench where they gorged themselves on each other as if they hadn’t spent the morning doing exactly that. But this was slow and easy with muffled laughter and half-started conversations that were dumped for a maddening caress, or the teasing of one of those spots in her neck that spider web connected to other places where pleasure bloomed.
Zarley wore a dress, and this was almost a landmark and they hadn’t done landmark sex, but heck the whole city was a landmark. She shifted from sitting sidesaddle on Reid’s lap to straddling him. It’s not like he stopped her. City of Love and all that. Whole bridges buried by love locks that were going to disappear into the Seine devoted to the concept. Who was going to care about one overexcited foreigner and her not doing a thing to be more sensible beau?
“If I get arrested,” she said, hand on his belt buckle.
“I’ll bail you out.”
The buckle unbuckled; the zipper unzipped. Reid’s mouth was the air she needed to breathe.
“Like this dress,” he said, hands under it, lips to her neck. She twitched when he got a finger inside her panties, curled it around the fabric and dragged the triangle aside. “Feel you, so wet.”
“Feel you, so hard.”
“Your fault. Lasted a long time without fighting a permanent hard-on, till you.”
She would’ve laughed but he chose that moment to hitch her closer, so she got that hardness almost, almost where she wanted it. She groaned and he cut it off with a kiss. She put her knees to the bench so she had leverage and eased herself down on him. His turn to vocalize, he tried to bury it in her throat, but no one who came past would be under any illusion what they were doing.
He rocked her slow, flexing his hips to push into her, hands on her ass to make it deep. She folded forward, her arms around his neck, biting on his earlobe. He hissed, stopped moving, muscles going rigid and his hand coming up to hold her face to his shoulder, in a protective way.
“We have company.”
“Oh my God.”
“Keep walking, pal.”
She held still, waited for shame, fear, any emotion other than what she did feel to flood her system. They didn’t come. Thrill beat a tempo in her blood faster than her pulse. This was like the window except more. She turned her face and saw the other man. Jeans and t-shirt, hair falling to his shoulders, a piercing in his brow and an intricate tattoo making a sleeve to his wrist. He was young and handsome, maybe a student like her.
“Keep walking,” Reid repeated.
“Sh
e’s beautiful.”
He wasn’t French.
“Fuck off.”
“I don’t mean any harm. Please, I want to watch. My name is Ancel, I’m French Canadian, I’m studying here.”
“Fuck—”
Zarley brought Reid’s face to hers, she was panting, trembling, wanted to move on him so badly.
“You want him to watch?”